Western cyclone., 1887-09-02

| CARPET aneaQ OF tH0 UTIuaI party, WHO
were coming down the aisle, and out into
the sunset glow, the bride, in her tilmy
veil and orange blossoms so close to Emily
that their breaths mingled. But it was
upon the bridegroom so happy looking
and handsome that her eyes rested, for in
one moment she had recognized Lysle
| Bishop.
| She shivered a little in the still, sanity
evening, but her eyes followed the pairs as
they passed along, crushing the sweet
roses under their feet and stepped into the
carriage, where the horses, decked with
bridal favors, wsre champing their bits
| lrnn0fi0snAly'
The crowd poured out, but Emily stood
like stricken spirit, seeing only through
the opening in the pillars, the one carriage
that held Lysle Bishop.
| Unh ,eding curious glsnces. with that
strange look upon her face, she stepped
down over the carpet and out into the
| street, keeping that carriage in view as it
moved along up the street into the avenue,
where it stopped in front of the park.
Emily crossed over and stood in the
| shadow of the trees to watch the bride and
| bridegroom walk up the steps and through
the wide open door of the brilliantly
lighted mansion. She kept her eyes upon
that bright interior into which he had van
| ished until the last guest had entered and
the doors were closed.
Presently grutf voice that seemed to
come from an infinite distance babe her
move on" Mechanically, without lone
illness or alarm, size crossed the broad ave-
nue., went back to the church, and sat
down again in the snug inclosure of the
| pillars. Strange, invisible presences
81,
faces of her dreams clustered around her.
She seemed to hear again the lullaby of
the water flowing over the mill-dam, to
hear comforting whispers in this Der hour
of need.
The early morning hours were stealing
along, and still Emily sat there with wide
open unsleeping eyes. Alone In the city,
undaunted by the vastness, knowing
naught of hunger, only feeling nearer to
him, in the shadow of the sanctuary
| through which he had passed.
At length these faces, and voices, and
reckoning hands seemed to draw her back
to the house she had seen him enter. She
moved along, solitary figure under the
stairs, until she reached it.
The house looked tall and imposing In
the gloom. She longed to ascend the
steps and stand upon the threshold he
had crossed. Instead, she moved swiftly
underline cover of the thick, dcwy shrub
berry that half concealed the lower part of
| the house, as her fine sensitive intuition
made her aware of some hostile presence
| near. The next moment, two men who
had been accommodating in another quar-
ter passed so near to her that she could
have touched them. Evidently they had
made their first inspection of tie promises,
for they passed at once to the lower win
dows, and Emily soon understood that
they were trying to force an entrance
with tools through the iron grating of the
window.
She heard something about O weddin
racket and sleepy servants and loose sill.
yer with little interest, until something
was said about taking life, and then she
thought of Lysle Bishop with alarm.
When she becamU aware that the men
had effected an entrance she waited few
moments, and then crept through the
| opening, while these faces seemed to press
nearer to her. She had no fear for her
self-only for Lyslo.
She heard the footsteps stealing up the
stairs, and crept up after them, like one in
mesmeric state. When they reached
the dining room she was close behind
them. A subtle sense of her nearness at
last found It's way to their consciousness.
One turned and flashed the light of dark
lantern upon the strange, white face.
The next moment she was held in grasp
like iron, but before her voice could be
muttled long, shrill shrek had sounded
through the night. With ruttered oath
the man dashed her from him, her head
striking ""ainst marble sidebOaxd as she
fell.
When the scared servants came in.
headed by the butler, who lighted the gas,
there were no men there, only an over
turned chair and little Emily lying close
to the sideboard, the blood flowing from a
wound in her temple.
Lysle Bishop, with other hastily dressed
members of the household. stood and
watched for signs of life in the still form
that had been carried into the servant
hall, where restOrativeS were applied, and
the wound bandaged.
my Godi Little Em1yr' he exclaimed,
a. she opened her eyes,
She could see the pity and tenderness in
his face. She smiled, and held up her
hands. He took them in both of his.
Hif face was growing dim to her vision,
while those of the invisible ones were soft
| " beaming into full diStinctness.
She uttered some broken words, IN which
II loved you. l had to come" were dis
tnct to his ear.
The lashes dropped over the white
checks. and the tired spirit Joined the In
visibleS
''Can 1t beY Bishop unused later, ''that
the sweet child was fond of me; that she
came to Geek me and found her death ?
va hougntiessly mar her peaceI May
| God forgive mel
The burglars had left their record in
the rent window bars. but to Lysle, as to
all. the presence of Emily there was a
mystery.
When the telegram summoned Nathan
Meale to New York, he stood broken.
hearted over his little Emily, 20 see that
tender hands had decked her with flowers
for the grave.
Lysle Bishop had made her cause his
own. There is secret chamber in his
heart sacred to the memory Of little